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picture_prompt_funTitle: The Sleeping Colossus
Fandom: Xenoblade Chronicles
Characters: Dickson
Words: 200
Tags: spoilers
Dickson looked down at the slow trail of explorers who still, despite how well it went for them all the other times, climbed the precarious, icy mountain footpaths, then back up at the figure that dominated the opposite side of the canyon. It appeared to be a frozen statue of a giant, his long, straggly beard rimed with frost, his powerful, naked limbs crouched in what could be surrender and exhaustion, or maybe just waiting and watching. There had been theories postulated about that silent guardian of Mount Valak, from a common origin between Homs and Gogols, to the Bionis attempting to spawn children, to the thing eternally imprisoned in the middle of Eryth Sea having friends everywhere. All of the fables held a little truth, except that they were all missing one important fact: the sentinel in the snow was not a statue. The first giants, those primal life forms, could not truly die but could remain dormant for a long time, awaiting the correct signal, the ideal set of circumstances to spring back into life. Of all people, Dickson should know...
"Soon," he told his master, his God, "This will once again be a world only for us."
Fandom: Xenoblade Chronicles
Characters: Dickson
Words: 200
Tags: spoilers
Dickson looked down at the slow trail of explorers who still, despite how well it went for them all the other times, climbed the precarious, icy mountain footpaths, then back up at the figure that dominated the opposite side of the canyon. It appeared to be a frozen statue of a giant, his long, straggly beard rimed with frost, his powerful, naked limbs crouched in what could be surrender and exhaustion, or maybe just waiting and watching. There had been theories postulated about that silent guardian of Mount Valak, from a common origin between Homs and Gogols, to the Bionis attempting to spawn children, to the thing eternally imprisoned in the middle of Eryth Sea having friends everywhere. All of the fables held a little truth, except that they were all missing one important fact: the sentinel in the snow was not a statue. The first giants, those primal life forms, could not truly die but could remain dormant for a long time, awaiting the correct signal, the ideal set of circumstances to spring back into life. Of all people, Dickson should know...
"Soon," he told his master, his God, "This will once again be a world only for us."
